Having no idea of the actual effect it had upon him, as she took him into her hot wet mouth. Angela simply couldn't help herself... Her overzealous actions brought about by the fact that she could do anything she wanted with him, and he couldn't do anything about it!
The slightly overweight blonde had nearly suffocated him. And, she was completely unaware of how close she had come, ...just simply giving him a playful little kiss; she really had no intention of harming him.
She didn't want to hurt the little mini-man, ...she was just simply trying to show him a bit of affection... giving him a little smooch. She loved the way that he resisted. He was just so, ...helpless!
Leaning forward, she smiled down at him and softly whispered,
"M'm, I think, ... that I'll call you Mister Yum yum. I don't like 'Tom', so from now on your name is Mr. Yum Yum"
She began to consider how useful this tiny man could be. Especially around the house, in the privacy of her own apartment, ...she could use him for so many things!
...cleaning her ears out, removing unwanted hair from hard to reach places.
Massaging her chubby toes, individually painting each one of her nails. Making him crawl into her mouth and floss her teeth, or force him to brush her tongue.
Using him, to do such things that only someone of his mini-size could actually do, ...crawling underneath large appliances to retrieve lost coins or fallen earrings. Oh yes, he could be extremely helpful for all sorts of things!
She could take him to work with her, make him stay inside one of her shoes. Hidden beneath her desk, nobody would know that he was down there, massaging her feet as she sat at the computer.
...
Mr. Speedman carefully opened up his eyes. They were burning with the sting of Angela's slippery spit. The skin on his face felt scorched and irritated.
Coughing, and nearly gagging, Tom smelled of rotting organic waste; lingering within the leftover essence of the giant blondes half-digested stomach contents.
He felt like his entire head had been double-dipped into a five-gallon bucket of rotten garbage. The acidic fumes burned his nose, he coughed and spit, wiping away some of the giantess' excessive slobber.
Using the back of his wrists, and his hands, he attempted to clear the sticky smear away. The smelly fluid was drying quickly, caking up and forming a fine paste all over his face and head. His fingers were sticking together and his hair was standing straight up.
He slowly felt the blood returning to his legs -- instantly realizing, just how easily this giant female behemoth, could have crushed him inside her single hand and simply swallowed him alive!
Nervously, he tried to avoid her large glaring eyes. Looking around, he pretended not to notice her. Glancing up across her wide thigh, he quickly wiped his hands off on her dry pants leg.
...
Now, with this miniature little man sitting naked on her wide denim-clad leg, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused; ...she felt empowered. Simply allowing him the freedom to sit there upon her smooth thigh without feeling repulsed by the simple fact that he was a naked man - and, he was not only touching her, but he was sitting on her leg!
The effect that she was experiencing, was nothing like she had ever felt before, her legs were tingling and her pussy was soaking wet, ...she felt a heated wave of pleasure sweeping up through her lower body.
To connect this to any one person, was something very different for her. Angela had come to despise most all men, and for her to have any sexual feelings toward him was nearly as shocking for her, ...as it was for him...
Just as Maxine had done - Angela sat watching him as he sat there on her knee.
She smiled. Her face filled with a look of complete satisfaction. She was becoming more at ease with this uncomfortable situation, and... with him... being so extremely vulnerable, and so easily controlled. She felt her pulse racing. Her hands, slightly trembling.
She had been so fascinated by his mere size, alone. But now, that was changing into a look of slight amusement!
Her wide smile, grew even wider as she watched him nervously trying to conceal the fact that he was wiping his hands on her pants.
Tilting her head to the side, trying to contain her laughter. Just a slight jiggle slipped out as she covered her mouth, her belly shook and her breasts bounced as she attempted to control herself from bursting into a fit of girlish giggling...
...
Maxine stood up to stretch her legs. Still holding her little pussy. She could feel the little feline squirming around inside her hand. She didn't want to frighten him inside of her enclosed fist, ...so she decided to take him back into the storage room and put him inside one of the open cages.
She needed to check on her other subjects as well, and she excused herself from Angela and slowly stepped around behind the couch.
"I'll be right back, Angela, I'm going to see if I can find something to put this little thing in."
Angela nodded in response, but her full attention was completely drawn to this amazing little figure sitting astride her left thigh.
Standing behind the couch, Maxine paused for a moment, she happened to think about her email messages. She decided to take a moment and give it a quick look. Stepping over to her desk, she dropped the little cat into her skirt pocket and leaned down to take a quick look at her emails.
She opened her laptop and typed in her password - 'D I A N A'.
Clicking the icon for her email she waited for it to open up. Then, she quickly clicked the 'next' button. Several messages popped up. The first was from her assistant , Amy.
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@Maxine, URGENT MESSAGE- we need to talk. I've some "info" about those two lawyers in the building, 'Kershaw and Jackson'. I think that I know what happened to those two missing men from housekeeping. I'm waiting for you to stop by tonight, doesn't matter how late, I'll be waiting up for you. Pls bring T.S. I can't wait to see him again!
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After reading Amy's urgent message, she remembered what the two of them had discussed earlier that day. Amy wanted to keep little Mr.Thomas, for herself. She had begged Maxine for the little criminal. Maxine hadn't really given it all that much thought, though, not really thinking that any particular one of them could possibly make any difference.
She had been so caught up in perfecting the shrinking process, configuring the exact amount of chemical dosage to work on a single subject, (and, shrinking two more victims just to test out her theory) - that Amy's preferred choice, of the tiny prisoners, just hadn't really occurred to her as anything of any real importance...
"Amy actually wanted little 'Yum-Yum' all for herself...", Maxine thoughtfully reconsidered.
She, herself, couldn't really see any difference in any of them. The only man she had any real compassion for was Billy Little. All the rest were just 'Little Men' - they're all the same, ...but, being shrunken down into little playthings, made them even more inadequate...
She felt a pang of guilt when she considered what had happened to Billy, though - and, for someone like him, he didn't really deserve being subjected to any of this...
"Oh Well, she would just simply have to grab another one for Angela to use.", she thought.
However, she couldn't show her inside the back room and, she didn't want her to know about the fact that she had several more of them imprisoned back there inside of wire cages designed to keep little rodents like Tiny Hamsters, or Gerbils.
Maxine 'logged off', closing her laptop, she stood up and spun around on the balls of her feet. Holding her single hand over the pocket on her skirt that held the tiny Cat, she softly patted it comfortingly, ..as she casually walked back over to the couch.
"I'm sorry about this, Angela. But, It seems that I've made a bit of a mix-up?", Maxine cleared her throat.
"Before I allow this to go any further, Mr. Thomas here has already been spoken for by another client. We'll have to replace him with another one.", Maxine attempted to explain her intentions.
"Aw, Why? I thought that he was, ...going home with me?", Angela inquired with a frown and a look of confusion. "I don't mean to be a 'spoilsport', but, I thought that he was the perfect solution for me!"
"After observing the two of you interacting, I think that I have one that'll be a much better fit.", she reached down, casually removing Mr. Yum yum/Thomas Speedman, from Angela's leg.
Maxine held Thomas up next to her chest. Holding him firmly in her right hand, she snuggled his face into her left breast.
"I'll just go back and get the one that I should have previously selected for you." Turning away, she squeezed the little man a bit tighter,
"C'mon Mr.Speedman. You're not getting off that easy. Angela here, wouldn't be the type of woman to keep you in line. But, we both know, exactly what type of woman you need? Right?"
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All around him, ...a slight humming sound seemed to radiate through space... or, was it his ears ringing inside his head? He couldn't be sure...
Slowly, opening up his eyes, he suddenly realized that he was completely naked and lying on a cold metal floor.
The large room, being taller than it's width, crudely covered over on the outside with a heavy black curtain. The high ceiling completely covered, shrouding him in almost complete darkness.
Just a slight glow of dimly filtered light drifting down through the crumpled cloth; the stark metal floor seemed to pulsate with a twinge of static electric.
Cool metal bars lined the interior walls. The air thick and heavy, a strong lavender aroma lingering within the still warmth...
Just over from him, on the outside of the bars, he thought that he heard someone groaning and softly moaning, ...he listened quietly, trying to figure out what was happening.
He felt like he had been hit by a speeding train; his neck sore and stiff. Sitting in the cool dark corner, his bones felt achy and sore. His skin seemed to be tighter and his hair wet with sweat.
He could barely hold his head up; at first, -- but he could feel his strength, slowly, -very slowly- beginning to return. At least, ...his head had finally stopped spinning! What was the hell going on?
Frantically, he began rubbing his hands up and down over his arm's, desperately trying to get warm. The fleeting of motion seemed to blend into the heavy air, ...slow fading trails followed his movements.
He couldn't figure out where he was, or, ...why he was here. How had he ended up - Here - buck-naked, and staring up at the ceiling of some dark, dank, jail cell... when he moved, it felt like gravity had become lesser; his weight had most definitely changed!
Denny, or 'Dennis Licpet', ...sat leaning up against the cold, solid steel bars.
He felt his skin tingling from the mild static charge, with the sensation coursing throughout the entire cell, he felt like it was slowly draining him...
Unable to see anything - clearly - within the dark space, he pulled his knees up into his chest and tried to gather up his scattered wits.
Rubbing his eyes, he started to recall what had happened to him, leading up to this...
The last thing that he could remember was sitting down with Dr. Harrison, she was about to begin their session when he suddenly felt his eyes getting very heavy, he tried to stay awake but he must have eventually fallen asleep... or passed out...
...
There were others around him, he could hear them moving about just next to his cell. He could hear their voices whispering through the bars. He remained sitting, trying to hear what they were saying.
"What the hell is this place?", he thought he heard someone say, "Where are we?" "Who did this?"
"How long have I been out?", someone else said.
Then, high above the ceiling, there was a heavy thumping sound. A rustling wave came from above and a slight amount of white light flashed across the walls. A sweeping rush of motion, then out of nowhere, the swooshing gust of wind suddenly removed part of the black curtain!
"No, no, no, Nooooo!", a man screamed!
A heavy clanking sound and then an abrupt snap, followed by another scream. "Oh, Nooo!"
Then, a different voice, - a whisper - a soft feminine voice, only much deeper in tone, it said something that really drew Denny's attention, the tone vibrated through the metal bars and caused the entire floor to vibrate.
" You wait here, Thomas.", the voice said. A vibration forming within the floor, "I'm going to need another volunteer"
...
After sitting down on Maxine's couch, he couldn't seem to remember anything, after that...
She must have had something to do with this, ...he wasn't too sure, but, he thought that he could smell her prolific perfume...
Sitting up, he felt his bare feet slide across the metal floor. The cold metal was very unnerving, ...the sensation seemed to soak into his ankles and his toes were painfully numb.
There was something wrong! Something felt strange, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it, ...the air was humid and thick, but yet - he felt like he was freezing!
Maybe he had come down with some weird virus?
Or, was he suffering the effects of some strange new drug?
He didn't remember the lady doctor giving him any pills or anything? However, something just felt 'off' this weird physical sensation was completely overwhelming!
The muscles in his arms and legs were tingling. His lungs felt like they were barely moving when he took a breath, it was like the air was superlative, filled with an overabundance of pure oxygen.
He felt a little buzzed...
The sounds, coming from outside his cell, drew his attention.
Dennis instantly wanted to find out who they were! Maybe they knew something, anything at all, about what had happened, ...someone had drugged him, stripped him naked and thrown him into this cold, dark, jail cell... Had he been kidnapped? Who did this, ...Maxine?
...
After going through an extremely nasty divorce, which had ended his marriage after just ten short years; his wife, Stacy - had barely given the poor sot enough time to realize what was actually happening...
Dennis had never been more depressed than he was now.
Working at the DMV was a simple enough job and it really didn't pay too badly. However, it wasn't enough to satisfy his aggravated spouse. Stacy had started seeing other guys behind his back and had run off to Mexico with a man eight years younger than her.
Denny tried everything to fix it. He spent most of his yearly salary trying to 'save the marriage', but Stacy was through, ...she only waited around until his money ran out, and then she dropped the bomb and filed for divorce.
Dennis's lawyer, Ms. Melanie Kershaw, was supposed to be one of the best legal professionals in the state, but she didn't really do anything during the court proceedings and she allowed Stacy's attorney to take almost everything!
After it was over, Ms. Kershaw suggested that he make an appointment with this famous psychologist, Maxine Harrison. Ms. Kershaw seemed to think that it was the least she could do, especially after taking the last bit of his savings before finishing up the final divorce.
The finalized divorce had left him with only a few simple reminders of his failed marriage; a set of keys. A golden framed picture. An empty cigarette holder stained with the impression of her raspberry lipstick. Stacy, (his wife) had taken everything else - her lawyer, was more than relentless, she took the House, the Car, the Pontoon Boat... even his dog!
Dennis had managed to keep a few things, though, a half-carton of cigarettes. Some books. His truck. ...and, his pop-up type, 'Tag-a-long' Camper, which he had parked in his best friend's back yard. Just for the time being...though, Dennis would be 'temporarily' living in it... until he could find somewhere else to park it.
He had been in the process of preparing for a long distance run. He had lost ten pounds of winter weight and he had been working out on a regular basis. A 25K Marathon was coming up, and he thought that he would sign up for it and see how well he could do; maybe it would kill him if he was lucky...
His legs were stronger than they had ever been in his life, and his tall lanky frame was nearly a picture perfect display of an out-of-date cross-country runner.
...
Slowly getting to his feet, Denny held onto the bars and gradually pulled himself up into a standing position. Standing there for a little while, before he could trust himself to stay on his feet.
Just then, he heard a distant rumble. A heavy thudding sound carried throughout the entire cell, ...what the... it sounded like something huge and heavy had fallen down somewhere not far away...
The sudden burst of light entering his cell, almost caused him to close his eyes. The instant flash above him, revealing a huge towering figure! Instantly appearing as if from a Movie Theater Screen, the colorful display of colossal size - exploding above - completely filling up the sky!
"I think, you'll do nicely!", her whispering voice announced directly above!
Denny stood dumbfounded. It was Maxine alright, but she had grown into an enormous behemoth!
His eyes quickly adjusted to the light, only to find that a huge hand with bright red nails, swiftly came straight down after him - descending upon him, as if it were about to squash him!
He didn't have enough time to react before the smooth contact of large wrapping fingers completely encircled around his entire body and smartly squeezed him!
The floor drifted away, as the metal bars slipped out of his hands. He was swiftly lifted out through the opening in the roof and elevated up before her!
Maxine's voice seemed to pulsate directly into his face,
"C'mon Denny. I've someone who would be 'so delighted' to meet you!", she sniggered.
Her huge face filled his entire view! Her nose was two feet wide, ... her mouth opened up releasing a heated gust of almost sweltering steam, ...her smooth exaggerated features seemed to explode inside his head, her powerful grasp held him as effortlessly as one would pick up a coffee cup!
"Angela will be so happy to see you!", she whispered.
Denny watched the room spin around, as the huge hand carried him. His voice caught in his throat, he couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried - he was going into shock - the crushing grasp of four big fingers and a curled thumb - coiled around him - expertly adjusting their grip around his bound body.
He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. His head lolling limply within the soft crotch of her huge hand - the powerful momentum of her motions sending him into a slight spin.
"The rest of you better behave yourself, too!", she playfully announced.
Briskly walking past the long row of cages, she walked back to the door and stopped as she took a hold of the handle. Holding the trembling little male up before her face, she licked her lips and smiled,
"How are you feeling, Denny?"
The way that her fingers sealed up around his miniature figure, he felt like he been swallowed alive! The sensation was quite consuming, to say the least! Only his head was free of her tightly grasped fingers, and he found himself struggling to see, as the huge outer world swiftly flew past.
"Don't worry Dennis, I know exactly what you need now. So, just relax. Try and let yourself go, ...you're going to be so useful, now! "
...
Entering back into her office, Maxine walked in from the storage room door, carrying the miniature-sized Dennis in her single right hand; as easily as she could hold her cell phone up next to her face, she slowly walked around in front of her couch.
Angela was waiting impatiently, her legs crossed and her hands covering her mouth. She sat bouncing the toe of her uplifted foot, ...a look of anticipation filled her eyes. The overly anxious blonde couldn't stand it any longer, ...she wanted to see who Maxine was going to give her this time!
Dennis's eyes searched around the spectacular room, the sight of which, seemed only vaguely familiar, now. The huge gigantic furniture appeared like monumental rock formations, neatly lined up and perfectly positioned within the colossal room!
His heart skipped as beat, as he looked down and saw her, ...one of his ex-wife's best friends! Just sitting there on the couch looking up at him! It was Angela Cooper! He knew her all too well, she had been one of Stacy's best friends since the two of them were back in college!
Dennis couldn't believe it, ...she had spent the night with them several times just a few months ago!
He felt a pang stab him in the gut as he thought about how this woman had delightfully teased him while Stacy had her back turned, ...she was simply relentless. She knew that his marriage with her friend was very important to him, and she constantly tried to get him to look at her...
How the hell did she get involved in this? Was his ex-wife included in all of this, too? What was the hell going on here? Oh, Fuck! He was in deep trouble now!
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Maxine's voice suddenly changed -- raising higher in pitch,
"I found one!"
Sounding as though she had suddenly morphed into a young child, she quickly hustled back into her office. Her loud feminine voice amplified and coming down from directly overhead - the shrill announcement nearly shattering his ears.
"Alright Angela, are you ready for this?"
Stepping around in front of the couch, the delighted Asian woman held up the little-naked man.
Holding her newest captive up just in front of her chest, she sounded like a little girl,
"Here-we-are!'", abruptly introducing them by slowly lowering him down closer.
"Oh, my... Maxine?", Angela whispered. Leaning forward she uncrossed her legs and moved closer, "How many of them do have back there?"
Maxine shrugged, but didn't answer, she didn't want to tell her anything more than what she had to, ...although, after Angela accepted one of them as her own personal toy, she would then be just as guilty as the doctor herself and therefore, obligated to keep this little experiment discrete.
With her pre-existing relationship, between Denny and herself, this just added to the delicious promiscuity of the entire situation. Maxine could almost feel the sexual tension building as she held the little man up in front of her.
With the surprised look on Angela's now 'giant-sized' face, Dennis realized - that she had instantly recognized him. Gasping when he saw her scooting forward as if she were about to get up from the couch and snatch him up!
The curvy, full-figured blonde, looked as if she were sixty feet tall, and now with her relaxed inhibition - surely placed on permanent 'hold' - her impending affection for him, was no doubt bound to come, sending a chill down his spine... her voice seemed to permeate into his core.
"Dennis?", she softly whispered. "Oh, wow, this is just so incredible!"
The big thighs spread apart, as she scooted forward. Moving closer as she slid up onto the edge of her seat, the super-tight denim creasing around her knees and hips leaving deep ridges. The conforming lines highlighting her open crotch. Her heavy body sinking down into the leather cushion crushing it down nearly as far as it would go...
Struggling uselessly within Maxine's controlling fingers, Mr. Licpet attempted to hide his face. However, the giant Asian woman proudly held him up on full display; offering him up like a miniature sacrifice for this gigantic blonde behemoth.
Angela was more than fascinated by the tiny spectacle; this was a man that she had once known, Dennis Licpet. Her best friend's ex-husband, and here he was, ...sitting there naked and helpless inside this giant set of womanly hands.
Cupping around him like holding a little bird, Maxine smiled. Angela Cooper, simply couldn't believe her eyes.
"Well, what do you think?"
Blinking several times, she thought, " ...this wasn't really him. Could it be someone else? Someone that just happened to look like him? Could this little miniature person, actually be Dennis?"
"Dennis?" Angela whispered. "Is that you..."
It was Dennis alright, Angela thought, "But, now he's just a tiny toy!" ...just as cute as a little pink button, held out in front of Maxine's cleavage-bearing blouse!
...
Stacy, was one of Angela's oldest friend's. And, she had known them both for half her life. Dennis, was the quiet type whom she loved to be around, and after Stacy had asked her to tease him a little - just for fun - she couldn't resist continuing to tease him every chance that she got...
He was just so, easily embarrassed. She just couldn't stop herself from brushing up against him whenever she had to squeeze past him in the hallway or walk around him when they were together in the kitchen. She would firmly press her butt up against his thigh as she slowly slid past, ...allowing their bodies to remain to linger together for as long as she possibly could.
Angela simply loved to see Denny's blushing reaction, whenever she looked up at him, faining innocence to the 'deliberate' but seemingly 'casual' physical contact. She felt herself becoming more and more aroused as she teased the poor man, ...knowing that he wouldn't expose her actions to his wife, without causing a big argument to ensue between the two.
Knowing that he didn't want to create a rift to come between them, Angela relished the idea. She felt so, ...powerful, being able to flaunt herself before him and he couldn't do anything about it!
Once she had stayed overnight at their house and the three of them were partying late into the night. She had trapped him out in the driveway in between their parked cars, she forced him up against the side of his truck and laid a kiss on him that would have sucked the life out of a lesser man.
However, Dennis gently pushed her away, giving her a look of disapproval. He was deeply in love with his wife, Stacy, but Angela wasn't going to give up that easily.
Dennis loosened up a bit when the booze started flowing, but he really managed to maintain his wits. He prided himself on being a good husband to her, but what he didn't realize was that Stacy was beginning to lose interest. She wasn't happy being a married woman.
She longed to be single again and being around Angela only reminded her of the freedom that she was missing out on...
However, what Stacy didn't realize was, Angela, was intently jealous of her, and them, as a couple. Although, never allowing her feelings to show. Portraying the 'girl-next-door' who was simply delighted to see the two of them together, ...innocently admiring them and often praising them for being the 'perfect couple'.
Spending most of the cool evenings out on the back patio, their weekend parties were becoming a real thing. Drinking Scotch Whiskey, while grilling up anything that they could get their hands on; a good buzz going, Dennis would strum on the Fender.
If he had the two girls taking turns singing oldies from the 60's through the 80's era, i.e. The Stones, Zepplin, Bad Company and Bob Seger... he could go all night.
The summers flew by so fast, though, and when the buzz wore off and it was time to go back to the same old grind. Stacy began to realize that she wanted more. She loved Dennis, but she wanted out.
Dennis didn't want to change a single thing. He liked the way things were and, if he would have known that Stacy wanted out, he would have done anything to try and make her stay.
Stacy had confided in Angela. As one of her closest friends, she privately told her to do something for her, ...asking her to intentionally flirt with Dennis, just to see if she should be concerned about his fidelity.
Dennis never faltered, but Stacy was surprised that he actually didn't say anything to her, about what Angela was doing to him...
Why didn't he tell her? Her 'best friend' - Angela - was flirting with him, right under her nose, and Dennis was protecting her... Was he secretly hiding other things from her, too?
Stacy was just looking for some way to make it his fault - and take some of the blame away from herself so that she wouldn't have to feel so bad when she eventually did leave.
Dennis wasn't doing anything wrong, though, and Stacy knew that ... he was a wonderful husband, but that's what she really hated about him!
She wanted out. She didn't want to be a married woman. There was nothing wrong with him, and everything seemed to be slowly getting better. However, she wanted to be a single woman again and Stacy, always got exactly what she wanted...
...
"Here, take him, Sweetie. He's yours...", Maxine whispered. "Just take care of him, though, he's quite vulnerable being so small."
Her voice trailing off, as she looked down carefully allowing Dennis to drop free. Awkwardly flopping down into the open hands of the overly anxious Angela.
Angela smiled, tentatively placing the butt of her palms together as if she were about to receive a scoopful of buttery popcorn. Her eyes widening with anticipation as she felt his miniature figure awkwardly plopping down into her cupped palms.
"Whoops", she blurted out without thinking.
Maxine frowned, but before she could say anything, Angela reprimanded herself, "Quietly, Angel!", she harshly said while rolling her eyes.
Consumed within the warmth of her enormous hands, Dennis swallowed hard. The lump in his throat felt as if it could choke him... Compared to Maxine's, they were like a matching pair of pillowy pads. Slightly damp, with a fine coating of nervous sweat. The slight trembling made him more aware of the giant blondes tension.
The puffy softness of her huge palms smelled of coconut oil, slippery to the touch, as he awkwardly sank down between them and found himself hopelessly trapped in her grasp.
Her hair held a faded scent of strawberry lotion. Her huge face suddenly filling his entire view, a gust of steamy air wafting over him; auspiciously moving closer, slowly and deliberately, crowding him deeper into her encircling palms.
Large rosy cheeks flanking each side, her perfectly shaped lips curling into a wide smile. The flashing of her huge sparkling blue eyes, sent another chill down his spine. The dimpled crease on her chin right in front, close enough to reach out and touch - her possessive smile nearly taking his breath away...
"Hello, Dennis. Do you recognize me, little man?", she softly asked.
Her lips curling up on one side, her nostrils flaring. Simply delighted by the extreme size difference, Ms. Cooper felt herself tingling with an intense rippling sensation awakening within her pleasure center, she slowly drew a deep breath and cocked her head to the right.
"Don't worry Dennis. I won't tell Stacy about you."
...
The next few hours were like a whirlwind of activity. After dropping him down into the padded bottom of Angela's huge leather purse, he was swirled around and carried away like an out of control amusement park ride!
The constant motion, from the giant blondes casual movements, seemed more like she was deliberately taunting him; bumping the side of the bag against her thigh and twirling it around without so much as a single thought.
She must have been so preoccupied with where she was going, that it didn't occur to her what it was like for him - trapped inside this handbag!
Dennis couldn't see anything, the soft leopard print lining was a comforting landing place, as he was thoughtlessly thrown around within the heated space inside. It was quickly becoming much warmer, too.
Angela must have taken him and left the air conditioning of the Murphy Building and had gone outside, into a world that would no longer be the same for Dennis Licpet...
Her brisk walking pattern told him that Angela wasn't wasting any time getting to where-ever it was that she was going.
The constant swaying and swirling had started to take a toll, the tiny man felt his stomach churning from the unnatural spinning. Spreading his arms wide trying to steady himself between a large roll-on deodorant can, and a partially used tube of petroleum jelly.
He heard the frightening blast of what could only be the sound of an engine; an explosive rush of a giant car. The rumbling muffler sending out a rapid series of fast explosions, ...like a mechanical monster sweeping past them at an incredible speed, the fading sound of the speeding cars excessive noise was quickly replaced by another one, and then another, swiftly zooming past them way too closely for his tiny ears.
Next thing he knew, he was suddenly thrown off balance - abruptly thrown backward - he felt an instant strain. The excessive external force shifting the existing state of inertia into a quick jerking motion!
His giantess captor, just suddenly took off! Was she running? Tossing him backward and then swiftly uplifting - causing his whole body to float up off of the floor!
Bouncing and flopping around inside the dark entrapment. The hot leather purse was jolting and jerking, ...was she crossing the street? He couldn't tell for sure but, he could hear her shoes clipping across the heated pavement...
Slowly and gradually settling down and returning to a normal walking pace, Dennis sat sprawled out on the floor. The giant woman's tremendous strides, still quite the profound motion, had finally returned to a more stable ride.
Being at the mercy of this enormous female, Mr. Licpet didn't really have any other choice, ...he could only hang on tightly to the cool metal deodorant can, and hope that he wasn't killed by the unsuspecting actions of his new owner!
...
Upon arriving at the single-room flat, the first thing that occurred to her was the little man inside her purse. She instantly thought of his ex-wife, Stacy...
Angela wondered, how would her 'Best Friend' react to the idea of having "her", little Dennis, ...shrunken down, and transformed into this adorable little treat, ...so helpless and tiny, unable to do anything, but...
Although, she knew that she couldn't really do that, ...the thought of it aroused her like nothing she had felt before!
She actually owned him, ...now. Dennis was hers, finally. And hers alone. She could do anything that she wanted with him, and not Stacy nor anyone else, could do anything about it!
She sat her purse down on the seat of her armchair and walked into the kitchenette. Getting a clean shot glass she poured herself a whiskey and put the cap back on the bottle. Leaning against the counter, she held the short glass between fingers and thumb, looking back over at the leather purse.
She still couldn't quite believe that a tiny little Dennis Licpet was trapped inside of it, forced to wait for her to open it up and take him out.
Her fingers trembling at the thought, ...she felt a raw tingling inside that nearly caused her to gasp, slowly closing her eyes she lifted the glass to her lips and turned it up.
...
Dennis felt the floor flatten out beneath his feet. The huge purse settled down, coming to rest somewhere inside. He caught his breath leaning back against the metal can, he strained his ears trying to listen.
He heard the sound of a glass clinking and the solid clunk from what he knew was a bottle, ...she was pouring herself a drink? A sudden pang of fear consuming him, his mind started racing with a tidal wave of terrible thoughts.
What was going to happen to him?
He wasn't afraid of dying. He knew that she wouldn't intentionally kill him, ...hell, if she wanted to do that, he would have already been dead!
No, he wasn't afraid of that, he was more afraid of what she was going to do to him!
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The entire purse shifted. Unexpectedly moving, Dennis threw his hands out to brace himself. Suddenly, It rose up a few feet - then suddenly dropped back down - the whole bag roughly slid over to the side.
Scooting across the floor, a rough vibration shook the whole purse!
Up in the top, he heard that strange - but all too familiar, 'unzipping sound'. The long row of teeth, those alternating metal clasps, pulling apart and releasing that 'rippling' clicking sound; the metal zipper - ripping open - instantly allowing a burst of light inside the dark heated space.
Dennis covered his eyes. The cramped interior of Angela's handbag suddenly came to life, ...squatting low, the tiny little man hunkered down in the corner, awkwardly attempting to conceal himself behind a plastic package of handi-wipes.
Just then, a heavy crumpling sound coming from just beyond the opening, a huge cushion collapsing - getting squashed under something extremely large, crushing down and compressing it...
...instantly followed by the sound of Angela's soft voice releasing a slow, relaxing sigh, ...her extreme size, causing the weight to seem much more extensive than it actually was; casually sinking down into an unseen chair somewhere right next to her purse.
Dennis cringed at the thought, he knew that a giant version of Angela Cooper was staring down at him. He could feel her omnipotent presence looming above. Squinting, he looked up into the brightly lit vision of her huge face.
With just her nose and eyes filling the opening at the top, a gust of cooler air blending in with the strong aroma of whiskey breath and a mild fragrance of some overly used air freshener.
The pocket opened up wider, just before Angela's voice suddenly filled the air.
"C'mon Dennis, time to come out now.", her voice directed straight into the open bag, "I think it's time, that you got to see your new home"
The simple act of her huge hand plunging into the purse sent Denny into a sudden panic. Angela deliberately grabbing him, grasping her fingers around his head. Her thumb pressing into his chest and her ring finger sliding up between his legs.
His naked back pressed into her warm palm, as her fingertips enclosed around his upper body.
This was something new, "...oh shit, she must have had more than a few shots", Denny thought.
His legs were forced apart as she squeezed her fingers together. Gripping him up awkwardly within her single hand, she simply lifted him out of her purse and brought him up in front of her smiling face.
"Hel - low, Mister Licpet", she playfully said, tilting her head to the side, awkwardly forcing him to contort his limbs into an unnatural position.
"No, Angela!", Denny cried. "Please, you're hurting me!"
His unprotected groin, crushed inside the curve of her ring finger. Her single hand holding his naked body as easily as she could hold a domesticated mouse; her face filling his view - she smiled curiously and gradually loosened her fingers.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to squeeze you!"
Her oversized, plump lips puckering up, she manipulated his limbs around and enclosed his naked body within both her controlling hands.
Dennis felt the cooler air, swirling around his sweaty skin. It was strange to be so suddenly released, from the heated purse, only to find himself sitting buck naked on Angela's huge hands.
"Would you like something to drink, Denny?", she whispered.
Her steamy breath smelling like an open whiskey barrel; the fumes alone - making him dizzy...
Sitting astride the tightly pressed seam between the edges of her palms, he pulled his knees up and sat there leaning back with his hands on each of her palms.
Looking up into her huge intimidating face; he swallowed hard,
"Uh-huh, ...yes, um, Yes please.", Dennis answered.
"What's that, ...I couldn't quite hear you.", Angela said, raising her voice up a little higher.
"Did you say, Yes?"
Forcing him to answer her, once again, she inadvertently lifted up her hands, swiftly raising him up close to her head. Turning her ear toward him, she tilted her head slightly.
Elevated so quickly, it was almost like she was trying to toss him up into the air!
... the top of her head, just a few feet away, he was forced to grab onto her middle finger and hang onto it for support!
Her huge head looked so intimidating, so close-up and personal; his vantage point a forced perspective. Her large ear lobe, hidden beneath a few loose strands of golden hair, he knelt closer, raising his voice a little higher,
"Yeah, ...Yes! It was very hot in there, I could use something to drink!", he said. His tiny voice quivering, "Th- th- thank you, very much!"
Angela jumped, swiftly turning her face back toward him. Her eyes glimmering with excitement. She looked as if she had just discovered him for the first time...
Hearing his miniature voice so closely, and so definitively - revealing the novelty of this new and fascinating reality.
Situating her hands so that he was forced to kneel down and look up at her, she lowered him down below her chest. Her smile spreading wider, her face contorting into an amused comical expression; instantly erupting with a long, drawn out string of quaking giggles.
Clinging tightly to her extended middle finger, he wrapped his arms around the knuckle and hugged it tighter. Her womanly laughter, causing the sudden eruption of tremendous vibration, slightly shaking his free-floating perch, ...the wide living platform of her cupping hands ...drifted back, as she slowly pulled him away ...holding him out so that she could more easily see him.
His new position, down near her lap, suddenly gave his tiny eyes a full-on, uplifting view of the giggling blondes massive mamaries. Her huge breasts completely exposed, naked and jiggling before him - giant boobs - floating above him like two fleshy bulbs, easily large enough to completely swallow his entire body; bouncing and gently wobbling... quivering, as she continued to chuckle with delight at the sight of his miniature figure.
The large areola centering each one perfectly. Her growing nipples firming up and pointing outward, gradually stiffening up, right before his very eyes...
Only wearing a tightly fitted pair of high-cut purple panties, ...her smooth thighs overlapped beneath him, extending out across the seat - her left knee crossing over the right - her long legs disappearing off the edge of her chair.
Looking back up at her face, she was laughing at him, ...amused by the fact that he was just so helpless. Holding him in her hands, her huge body spreading out beneath him like a landing strip at some alien airport...
A faded dark green tattoo drew his attention. Just below her right breast, a single star with a thin line tracing away from it, ...appearing to leave a trail - it was a single 'shooting star'. Below that, her smooth belly spread out before him.
Her small but deeply formed belly button, pierced with a tiny metal stud. The top of her panties barely covering the thick growth of curly hair beneath, the sides digging into her hips cutting deeply into the soft smoothness.
Denny slowly released his grasp from around her finger. Angela slowly stopped laughing and caught her breath, she leaned forward and started to get up, ...without warning, the platform beneath him dipped down, and suddenly rose up!
He jumped back and grabbed a hold of the finger again, this time, wrapping both arms around it even tighter! Suddenly rising up high above the floor, carried out away from her waist, held just in front of her shifting hips - the huge room sweeping past in a slow rush of movement.
Watching her pelvis tilt, as her hips swayed from side to side, he was carried away backward, across the room and swiftly uplifted to the edge of the counter top.
"Here you go, ...just wait here, Denny. I'll see if I can find something for you to drink.", she said.
Slowly and carefully releasing him from her enclosed palms, she spread them apart allowing him to slip down onto the cool stone surface.
Seeing her from a distance, just wearing the tightly fitted panties, her full wide-set hips instantly drew his complete attention. The slow sweeping sway directed his vision at the sight of her amazing size. Her slightly overdeveloped glutes carrying just a few extra pounds looked large enough to crush a house.
Her heavy thighs, slightly touching together when she walked, seemed to flex at the slightest movement, the rippling wave coursing down the length of supple flesh revealing the sheer massive power within the huge muscle.
Denny sat spellbound staring across the kitchen at this gigantic female figure. She looked so huge now, but just the same as before, ...she was still, Angela? Only' her size had changed. Her long blonde hair caressing her bare back, nearly reaching her waist - the tips sweeping across the middle in a gentle wave.
Her towering height, while standing at the fridge, seemed to switch back to normal size; comparing her with the fridge, there seemed to be nothing different about her, ...she grabbed a soda from the top shelf and swiftly closed the door.
Walking back toward him, his new reality instantly returned - she suddenly grew into the massive giantess once again, as she casually stepped over next to him and placed the can down beside him.
"There you go, I know you like 'Dew', so I always keep a few cans of it, you know - just in case you and Stacy were to stop by, ...Oop's sorry - I keep forgetting about that", Angela said. Matter-of-factly she glanced down toward him and gave him a pitiful look.
"You know, ...I still can't believe that she actually left you", Leaning toward him, she lowered herself down a little closer. "I mean, you guys were the perfect couple."
Dennis scooted back on the cool countertop. She had placed the soda can a bit too closely, and he really started to realize just how small he actually was, ...Angela seemed to be ignoring the fact that he had no possible way to even get that large can opened up, let alone drinking from it...
He sat there completely naked trying to conceal his privates from the towering female figure. Her huge face lingering before him, seeming to float just above him - her sparkling eyes glimmering in the sunlight from the small window above the sink.
He thought back to the way that she had teased him, back at his old apartment during the weekend parties that he and Stacy had, ...even then, she outweighed him by nearly five pounds and he often considered, that - given the right opportunity - she could have easily overpowered him and forced him to do things...
....but now, she literally 'owned him'. He was no longer able to defend himself, or do anything to prevent her from having her way with him, ...she could do anything that she wanted!
He just couldn't wrap his head around it, ...he belonged to her now. He had become like one of her toys, a 'possession' like an object, ...nothing would ever be the same for him again.
"Oh, you can't drink that, can you?", she suddenly said. "I'm sorry, Denny. Here, lemme get that for you, ...God, I'm such an Ass!"
Swiftly reaching down, her huge hands attacked the metal can and hastily popped the top open, "Pst-sssssssss" setting it back down with a hard crash, "Bang!"
"I'll just find something for you to, .....um, drink out of, sorry Denny. What was I thinking? This is just so, ....strange, you know? I Mean like, this is going to be so much different, now."
Rooting around in her utensil drawer, she searched around till she finally found a small measuring cup. The white plastic container was still quite large, but he could actually use it if he held it with both hands.
"Will this work?", she excitedly said. Swiftly placing the cup down in front of him.
It looked like one of those plastic cups that come with a bottle of cough syrup. The size was still quite large - like holding a small bucket, that a child would play with at the beach - the sound of the soda pouring into it drew his attention to the fact that his throat was extremely dry...
"There you go!", she brightly announced! Seeming to over exaggerate the simple action of pouring her tiny guest a drink.
"Go ahead, try it. If that's still too big, I'll see if I can find something else, ...maybe, a soup spoon or something else would work better?"
Getting up on his feet, and stepping over to the large cup, Dennis looked down into it, the sight of the carbonated liquid appeared like a boiling vat of chemicals - he'd never before noticed the bubbling action taking place in a soda drink. ...at least not from this perspective!
He was glad that she had only poured a small amount because he felt that lifting it might pose a bit of a problem, ...the fizzing foam was quickly dissipating on the surface as he squatted down and placed both hands on the sides of the cup.
He stood up, lifting the large cup up to his face, he placed his mouth on the edge and started to tilt it back, ...the sweet liquid met with his lips, but he couldn't taste anything? The large molecules within the liquid seemed to form a tight seal on the surface, effectively preventing him from getting any of it into his mouth...
The surface seemed to be connected like a magnetic chemical reaction. Small pea-sized bubbles were popping up off the surface and flying out over his head - splattering against his face and whizzing past his ears...
He had to actually, 'suck' at the edge to actually draw anything into his mouth, ...the large amount of sizzling soda spilled forth, entering his mouth and gushing down around his chin, he swiftly gulped down a few quick mouthfuls before he had to pull it away so that he didn't get it all over him!
"Wow, you must have been really thirsty, huh?", Angela said.
Her amplified voice reverberating across the counter top. Releasing a few soft giggling sounds, she reached for a paper towel.
"Do you need a napkin?", she whispered. "Maybe, a Bib? he-hee"
With a single swipe, her huge hand cleared the entire puddle away, ...sweeping past his bare feet with incredible speed. If she had accidentally hit him, he would have been knocked clear across the room!
Denny stepped backward a few steps and sat back down. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked back up at her. She stepped over to the waste basket to toss away the sticky tissue.
"I'll bet your wondering how you ever got so lucky, huh?", she casually said.
Turning back to face him, from some distance away, she appeared like an excited little girl getting ready to open up a surprise Birthday gift.
"You know Dennis, I've always had a big 'Crush' on you. And, now... look at you, sitting there on my kitchen counter..."
Dennis started to worry. This could get out of hand pretty quick and he had no chance to escape this awful situation, what was she going to do with him? He felt his heart racing as she slowly approached. Her naked breasts slightly shifting as she stepped back over.
Her shadow enveloping him completely. Her huge face looming directly above, she smiled down and giggled at the sight of his awkward reaction. Was he trembling?
She felt herself becoming very aroused, she knew that he was frightened of her, ...I mean, who wouldn't be? But, come on, he knew her very well, too. The two of them had been friends for years!
"What's a-wroung, little Dennis, ....don't you 'like me' anymore?", she teased.
Dennis looked away, quickly glancing out over the edge of the counter top cliff, the sight of which appeared to be at least several stories high, looking back, she had moved closer - slowly moving over and above him, she looked down at him with a slight smirk,
"Oh, Dennis. You're not getting away from me now, little man. You are going to be my little Licktoy. And, you're going to have to earn your keep too!"
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The ever-present sound of the giantess' perpetual breathing, and occasional snoring, nearly drown out everything else in his now, gigantic world. The buzzing of a passing car, every now and then, only temporarily drew his attention away from the sleeping giantess.
Angela lay sprawled out before him, ...sleeping soundly and completely oblivious to her tiny pet's tormenting thoughts.
After taking him into her bedroom and laying down, the nearly naked blonde placed him down on her soft belly. She appeared to be completely exhausted and ...just slightly inebriated, she rolled onto her bed and lowered him down between her legs.
"Stay right there", holding one of her hands right next to him, preventing him from going anywhere,
"Let's take a little nap, Denny. I'm sleepy"
Her eyes were heavy. She looked as if she were about to pass out. Casually releasing him down next to the waistband of her tight purple panties. His tiny feet placed just below her belly button.
Her voice groggy, and her eyes going shut, she yawned and stretched her arms up above her head,
" Don't go anywhere, little man - if you're not here when I wake up, ...well, it won't be very good when I do find you, ...I'll rip you apart".
Almost instantly, after closing her eyes the snoring began. She immediately fell asleep and her hands dropped down next to her hips.
She had been so excited to get him home, slowly beginning to realize that she could finally have him all to herself, ...she stripped out of her clothes and had a few drinks, too many, and she suddenly became so tired that she needed to take a nap.
It was still quite early in the afternoon; still light outside. The sun came through the bedroom window, casting a narrow slash of light in a long extended rectangle across the hardwood bedroom floor.
The room was big. The bed covered over with a crisp white sheet, a single pillow stuffed under her head, her long hair cascading all around it, her long body spreading out across the entire length of the bed - she looked like an angel, as she slept - only ten times bigger than what he had ever imagined...
After consuming several shots of straight whiskey, and carrying Dennis around her apartment; over excitedly showing him some of her more personal things, allowing him to see her - in various states of undress. Angela simply became too exhausted, and too drunk to play anymore...
All the stimulation of her most exciting day was just too overwhelming, it had taken a toll on her emotional reserve, ... placing her new toy down on her belly, she reluctantly fell asleep...
...
He felt like Gulliver, in Jonathan Swift's, 'Gulliver's Travels'. He had read that story for a book report back in High School. After he stood up before his class and gave the report, the class discussion seemed to focus on the satire of the Authors writing, but for Dennis, he was more fascinated with the imagined fantasy of being small. The Bromdignagians seemed to stick in his mind - the thought of 'Glumdiclitch' (the giant girl who kept him as a pet) and imagining other things that would have possibly taken place while she kept him as her guest inside a doll house placed inside her bedroom.
Slowly riding up and down on Angela's lower stomach, as she peacefully slept, listening to her soothing breathing motions - Dennis could have easily fallen asleep, too.
Although, the foreboding thought of being crushed beneath her enormous body weight wouldn't allow him to relax enough to drift off to sleep...
Trying to rest, Denny leaned back on his elbows and looked around. Angela's bedroom was nearly as large as the rest of the apartment. The two room flat was one of three only available to the residents that worked at the nearby hospital.
Sitting there on her wide relaxed belly, it was incredibly strange, ...he felt so small. The sensation was truly phenomenal. The idea of being here, with Angela, and being so small; totally at her mercy, and completely helpless without her... On some strange level, ...it gave the tiny man a sense of security. However, terrified at the same time... He actually felt safe.
After all, everything that had happened to him, after his divorce, just seemed like a foggy blur of meaningless happenings. If this hadn't happened to him and Maxine had never shrunken him, ...he could have gone on for years in this eternal slump, he really didn't care about much of anything after Stacy had gone...
Now, everything had suddenly taken on a new meaning!
Angela. Her long blonde hair fell down around the huge pillow, encircling her head like a golden pile of luxurious waves.
The softness of her supple belly and the slow movements of her relaxed breathing gave him a renewed understanding into this fantastic new world.
Her breasts were simply beautiful. The sheer size of them was a sight to behold. The perfectly shaped mounds of soft pillowy flesh barely sagging down as she lay on her back, gently floating upon her rhythmic breathing, ...her nipples firm and slightly tinged with a hue of pinkish color.
Her relaxed stomach stretching out before him like a soft, living sand dune, wide enough for him to use as a trampoline, ...watching it closely, he could barely make out the slight twitching pattern of her beating heart.
A slight indication of the solid bone of her lower ribs, hidden just beneath the upward slope of her tremendous rib-cage. The way that she turned her head and nuzzled her face into the huge pillow - it made him think of Stacy, she used to sleep soundly, too.
Suddenly, directly beneath him, a harsh but lively sound drew him away from the thoughts of his ex-wife,
...deep beneath him, within Angela's giant belly, the erroneous sound of her gurgling gut - the gestation taking place within her intestines; a chilling reminder of just how big Angela's body was...
Turning around and looking down toward her long relaxing legs, a pang of fear coursed through him. The purple triangular patch, that tightly covered her large pussy; a soft pillowy mound, ...the elastic-like material tightly stretching - conforming perfectly to her most intimate area.
Instantly drawing his full attention to the visible outline of her large pudendum - close enough to touch it, ...he had to restrain himself from reaching out... He felt himself slowly becoming strangely aroused, by just the sheer size of it.
A tightness in his loins. A sudden throbbing, ...his cock suddenly awakening from the magnificent sight.
Getting up on his knees, trying to move very carefully without disturbing her. He slowly made his way closer to the contrasting purple cloth, ...wanting to get off of her bare skin and sit down on the top of her panties, so that - at least, she wouldn't be able to feel his movements - as easily, he thought...
The move could be dangerous, ...if she sensed that he was trying to get away, ...she might get angry and wake up! Shaking with fear, he carefully crawled down closer to the puffy purple muffin.
Her wide smooth thighs suddenly came into view. Slightly spread, her knees barely bending; her feet turned inward, with the soles facing each other. The massive size of her beautiful legs nearly took his breath away...
Considering the immeasurable strength contained within those massive, whale-sized muscles, while sitting there on this living landscape, Mr. Licpet began to imagine the dire possibilities, ...she could so easily squash him, without so much as simply shifting her hips...
The incredible amount of energy contained within those smooth twin pillars could most definitely overcome the strength of a thousand men. Just the thought of it, ...strangely aroused him...
Her fingers were larger than his legs. Her single pinkie finger could easily hold him down without much extra effort, ...she could crush the life out of his miniature body with just a firm squeeze.
Couldn't help himself from imagining the consequences of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? And, he also considered the 'unthinkable' things, that she could so easily do to him for punishment...
...........
Meanwhile, back inside Maxine's office, on the top floor of the Murphy Building... hidden away inside a cage in the back of the Doctor's storage room,
Mr. Speedman, or Tom, had been nervously counting his blessings; mixed as they were, he still felt somewhat 'lucky to be alive'. Somehow, he must have done something right. He had overheard the giantess Doctor saying that 'he', was to be given to someone else, ...and knowing who that someone else was, sent a pang of overwhelming excitement coursing throughout his tiny body.
If he was going to survive, Mr. Speedman considered, he knew that he was going to have to change the way that he looked at them...
The thought of being so helpless, around these towering, giant females, and being handled as if he were just a mere 'object', or a meaningless little pet; just randomly used as an insignificant toy, or a test subject, ...or other things, ...that made his skin crawl at just the mere thought of it, he tried to maintain his sanity as he looked around within the large metal cage.
Sitting there naked, in the corner of this strange looking jail cell, while trying to remain calm, and considering everything that could possibly go wrong, ...he suddenly realized that he wasn't alone...
Maxine had just hastily dropped him into the cell and he hadn't realized that there were others in there too. He jumped at the sight of movement - catching a motion in the corner of his eye - he huddled down protectively covering himself.
Thinking the worst, he imagined a giant rat, ...or a huge insect of some type. It didn't occur to him, at first, that Maxine could possibly have other little captives. He had only briefly seen Mr. Licpet, while Maxine made the switch, but he didn't realize that there could possibly be more, as well...
More victims, just like him. Tricked into thinking that this gorgeous female doctor was simply trying to help them, ...only to find out later, that they had been some of the first test subjects to be used in her secretive shrinking experiment!
"Hey there, ...are you okay?", a man's voice said.
Tom shuddered, the voice didn't sound familiar, ...he slowly got up and stood there in the corner.
"Hey, over here!", the voice said. "I'm in the corner!"
Tom squinted his eyes. In the other corner, opposite from him, stood another naked man. Nearly the same size as himself, ...Tom stepped forward and cautiously started to realize that he had finally found someone else that was in his same predicament.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Wait a minute, don't let her hear you!", Tom warned him. "I'll come over there"
Carefully and quietly Tom sneaked across the floor of the dark shadowy cage. He was curious to see who this person was, so he wasted no time getting close enough to see his face.
"Hey man, I'm James. James Gibson.", he said. Reaching out his hand toward Tom.
Tom was hesitant at first, he almost couldn't believe his own eyes. After being handled by these giant women, the idea of another person being as small as himself almost seemed impossible!
"Thomas. Tom. " Tom said. "Thomas Speedman"
He reached out and quickly shook hands, "Been here long?" Tom asked.
"Two days, ...I think?", James said. "That giant bitch has three more guys in that other cage over there, and I think that there's another one in this cage here, next to this one.", he added, pointing around in both directions.
Tom looked around, "Anyone else in here?", he asked.
"No, just the two of us. There was another one in here yesterday, with me, but she took him out late last night.", James said. " His name was Clark. He was in sales, too - like me. The two of us were just getting acquainted when that giant Bitch Doctor, came in here and took him away!"
Tom could see the fear in Mr.Gibson's eyes, looking closer at him, he could see a long scratch down across the length of his right arm. The long gash had healed over, scabbing up, but leaving a very significant mark on his muscular forearm.
"What happened?" Tom asked. Pointing to the man's injury. "Did she do that?"
"Yes, yeah, I tried to stop her from taking Clark, but she picked me up instead and put me inside her mouth and, ....and, ...and, Oh God! We Hav-Ta-Gett -- get, Outta Here, Man!", he suddenly said, erupting into a frantic fit of screaming!
"She's going to "kill"" US!"
Gritting his teeth, he started getting louder.
"She's gonna eat US! She's a Monster!
She'll eat everyone alive", he yelled.
Grabbing Tom by both his arms! "We Gotta Get Outta HERE!"
Tom had to jerk his arms loose from James's grasp! "Settle down, Man!" he yelled back. "She's going to hear you!"
"We gotta get the hell outta here Man!" he screamed!
"She'll eat you too! Just believe me, Man. She's going to eat everyone - Alive!"
Tom had to step away from him. The way that he was acting, and the look in his eyes, Tom knew that he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Tom wasn't as big as this man, and he knew that he probably wasn't stronger than him, ...the guy had a solid muscular build and he looked like he worked out on a daily basis!
Not knowing what to do, Tom stepped back away from him and squatted down. He looked out through the floor of the cage and realized that he could see out underneath the dark curtain.
As if on cue, the storage room door opened up. Maxine's long legs appeared - stepping into the room, her short skirt barely long enough to hide her butt. Her leotard covered legs, swiftly working together, stepping closer toward him with the dark skirt fluttering around her hips.
Casually, she turned and closed the door behind her, ...her quick steps soon took her right over in front of their cage.
The bright light, suddenly flowing into the floor, lighting up the entire cage, caused Tom to squint as he forced himself to look up at her!
"Hello, little guys!", she playfully teased. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
Her towering figure standing above them, as she looked down into the cage, taking on the appearance of an Asian, Amazon Goddess, ...her face all made up with some type of golden shade of makeup, Tom looked up in awe of the Giant Doctor!
"Alright Tom, time to go now!", Maxine said, "Oh, and I'll be back for you, James. So, don't get too comfortable in there...", lowering her voice to a soft whisper, she added, "I get extremely hungry at night, sometimes, and ...I just need a little snack, before bed, you know?"
Tom couldn't believe it! Did she really, just say that? Was Maxine going to eat him? No way! She must have been just teasing him, ...playing with his head, scaring the living shit out of him, more likely, but, just the same, ...she couldn't be serious, could she...
Her smooth fingers slipped around behind Tom's naked backside, carefully scooping him up, she slowly brought him up before her grinning face; casually closing and locking the cage with her other hand.
"Not you, Tommy, she whispered.
Looking back down into the wire enclosure, the giant lady doctor smiled wider, as her voice returned to the much louder normal tone, "Just him" she pointed out, "...there's not enough meat on your little bones to satisfy my ravenous appetite. But, 'Jimmy' here, ...well, he's going to be super Scrumptious!"
Jame's was screaming up at the two of them, as Maxine carried Amy's little gift out of the storage room, she closed and locked the door behind her, and held Tom up in front of her face,
"Just to clarify, Thomas. ...I'm not really going to 'eat' him. So, don't get your pantie's in a bunch, alright?", she told him.
"He's just a real douche of a man, always trying to sell me something that I did't want, and he would never take 'No' for an answer, ...so, I'm just having a little fun with him, but, No. I'm Not going to eat him."